I didn’t expect to spend Christmas day on the road. Around noon, I received a call to let me know my friend, Scott had died. Although I wasn’t home when I got that call, I was heading north on the interstate within an hour.
It seems appropriate one month later, I will be meeting two musician friends this afternoon to further adapt a poem I wrote for Scott during his memorial service. I was one of at least 500 people in attendance…Scott touched many lives and hearts.
Scott loved people and accepted everyone he met. He enjoyed life and especially enjoyed playing music with a variety of friends over the years. I’m not sure if there is a washtub bass competition, but I’m confident, Scott could have won it!
We can honor Scott’s memory by talking with God about love and acceptance. Today and every day we are given.
“Where words fail, music speaks.”
– Hans Christian Anderson